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JO ANNE LIVES HERE 



Story By Pictures By 

HARRIET A. WRATTEN EDNA BILLINGS 


JUNIOR PRESS BOOKS 

alberTXwhitman 

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CHICAGO 

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TK 050 

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Copyright, 1935, By 
Albert Whitman & Company 



Printed in the U. S. A. 

SEP 16 1335. 

C’ClA 87006 cy 

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To our own mothers, with our 
love. 

To the mothers of these chil¬ 
dren. with our appreciation. 

To all mothers who teach their 
children to find real friends be¬ 
tween the covers of a book. 






















J O ANNE lives here with her 
mother and father. She has 
no sisters or brothers, but 
she and her dolls have a good 
time together. They like to play 
in the front window. Jo Anne is 
looking out now. 








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Jo Anne feels a little lonesome 
and comes to the door to look up 
and down the street. There is no 
one in sight. So she goes back to 
the front window, where all her 
little toy friends are waiting for 
her. 



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Cutting pictures for her scrap 
book is great fun. Jo Anne has 
her own scissors, with round 
points, and cuts carefully to keep 
on the line. 



Her father will print on the 
cover: 

“This is Jo Anne’s Scrap Book.” 

When it is finished she will have 
it to look at on rainy days. 

































Another thing she likes to do, 
is to have a tea party and pour 
tea for her dolls and herself. It is 
fun to sit at the little table with 
her own plates and cups. 






Of course there is really milk 
in the teapot, because they all 
like milk much better, especially 
when they have little bread and 
butter sandwiches to eat with it. 











































































Sometimes Jo Anne builds 
with blocks. She tries to keep 
them straight so they won’t fall 
down. When they do tumble they 
make a clatter on the floor, but 
they never break because they 
are made of wood. 








Some have pictures on the 
sides, and some have letters. She 
can set them in a row to spell 

JO ANNE 









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Now she is telephoning Jimmy 
and Sally. She wants them to 
come to play with her. She is 
tired of playing alone. If they are 
home it won’t take long. They 
live just across the street. Jo 
Anne hopes they haven’t gone 
away. 











Jo Anne puts on her play suit 
and goes to meet Jimmy and Sally 
at the garden gate. She is glad 
they have come. 



She has a surprise for them. 
There is a new swing in the gar¬ 
den. And there is room in it for all 
of them. They will push the floor 
with their feet, and go riding 
through the air. 











































They have had a good swing. 
Now they are letting the old cat 
die. Jo Anne would like to do it 
again, but Sally says that she and 
Jimmy must go home. 





















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Jo Anne wishes they could 
stay. The swing is much more fun 
when all three of them are in it. 

“Come again tomorrow,” she 
says. “Come in the morning, 
after breakfast.” 

She watches them go through 
the gate. 
































Jo Anne is changing her dress 
to go for a ride with Marshall. It 
takes her a long time because 
she stops so often to see whether 
he is coming. 





Marshall lives a long way off. 
When he comes to Jo Anne’s he 
rides from one end of the city to 
the other, along the lake shore 
and past two parks. 























At last he comes, and Jo Anne 
runs out to see him. 

“Where are we going?” she 
asks. 

Marshall says, “It’s a surprise, 
Jo Anne. Hurry and get in!” 

Jo Anne is willing, and off they 

go. 





















They come to a big daisy field 
and get out. Everywhere they 
step, there are flowers. They try 
not to walk on them. 

Jo Anne picks the first daisy 
and shows Marshall its little 
white and yellow face. 





















All around them are hundreds 
of other daisies just like it. Jo 
Anne and Marshall think it would 
be nice to take some of them 
home. 



They pick them, one at a time, 
and hold them carefully to keep 
them fresh. As soon as they can, 
they will put them in cool water. 































“Must we go now?” they ask, 
when their mothers call them. 
“There are so many more daisies 
to pick.” 

They start back to the auto¬ 
mobile, carrying their bouquets 
in their arms. 




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Now they visit the beach. They 
have put on their swimming suits 
and found their beach toys in the 
automobile. They want to wade 
in the lake, but the water looks 
cold. 






Little white waves roll up on 
the shore. They make a soft 
sound that says “swish,” “swish.” 

Jo Anne and Marshall stand 
on the steps, listening to the 
waves. 


























The sand is warm, so they get 
out their shovel and dig. 

Marshall wishes he could let 
the waves roll over his feet, but 
the water is too cold. 

Jo Anne likes to find smooth 
stones, with holes through them. 










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They look out over the lake 
for boats. Their own little sail¬ 
boat is the only one in sight. 

Now it is time to go home. 

When Jo Anne says good-bye 
to Marshall, he is so tired he can 
hardly wave back. 






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Marshall rides away and Jo 
Anne goes up the little path to 
her door. What a good time they 
have had! 

She will eat her supper now, 
and in a little while she will go to 
bed, like the sun. 






















In the morning Jimmy and 
Sally'will*be back to play in the 
swing. Perhaps Marshall will 
come again. 

Jo Anne is glad she lives here. 























































































































